Chapter 4

Tired and hurting, Jake was on his way back „home" . He just wanted to shower and call it a day. His muscles were aching from chasing a suspect earlier that day, but he loved what he was doing. Being back as a detective felt incredibly good. The people in the Precinct were already growing on him. For the first time in two years he felt alive and contend. He sighed. But all of this wasn't for real. Just an assignment. He was a liar and hated himself for it. For now he tried to lock those thoughts up and decided to enjoy everything as long as it was going to last.

When he reached the end of the stairs he heard some noise coming right of his apartment. Alerted he pulled his gun out of the holster. His heart was pumping. How did they find him? This couldn't happen again. He wouldn't let them this time. Gun in his hands he kicked open the door.

"NYPD! Hands where I can see them. Anyone moves and I'll shoot!" He screamed.

"Calm down Jakey Boy. We didn't know you'd come back this early." a familiar voice said.

Jake slowly lowered his gun. He felt sick at the sight in front of him. The Vulture and Wuntch on his couch. Naked. Touching.

"So you reenacted the worst horror movies I've ever seen? God this is gross" It smelled like sex which was just too much. He got to get out of here. The way he came in was blocked by a very naked Wuntch, so there had to be an alternative. His eyes stopped at the window in the living room. He lived at the first floor, the dumpster right below that window. It was a risk he was willing to take.

"Here goes nothing" he mumbled and sprinted to the window. He jumped and…. Bounced right of.

"Ow my shoulder…" he cried while rubbing his arm.

"This isn't the movies Peralta" Wuntch smirked and closed in on him.

He quickly opened the window and jumped without thinking. No way in hell he was going to stay in that contaminated apartment. Especially not with the devil and his helper still in it.

The landing was soft but the smell made him puke. Most of the garbage bags were cut open and shared their odour with the air and everything it touched.

He had to get out of here before the two upstairs would be dressed, so he started walking. (He would never do this to his mustang. That smell would stay forever)

While he walked along the pavement the people wrinkle their noses at him. He just kept walking, not knowing where to go. The precinct was too far away, just like Charles place. Amy's apartment wasn't far away, but he wasn't sure if she welcomed him after this catastrophic day. Not having much of a choice he decided to go to Santiago. Maybe he'd get lucky. On the way he grabbed some Pierogies he knew Amy loved. (A man has to charm his way into the shower of a beautiful girl….)

He reached his destination after about 10 minutes. Taking a deep breath he rang the doorbell. His hands were shaking a little and his stomach was doing summersaults. What was he thinking? He smelled literally like garbage… Not a good way to impress Amy. Wait a second. Impress her? He shook his head. He didn't like where his thoughts were going.

He rang the doorbell. Once, twice, but no reaction. After ten minute he took a peek and was successful. There she was. Amy just in a top and some very short shorts. He felt the heat flushing his cheeks. Damn, that woman was just perfect. If he could just touch…. "Concentration" he mumbled and shook his head.

So she was home.

Jake picked up a stone and threw it at her window. Unfortunately the glass cracked loudly.

"Oh come on!" Jake growled.

It didn't take long for Amy to open the door with her gun in her hand. "NYPD!" she yelled.

Jake apologetically raised his hands. "Please don't shoot. It's just me"

Amy lowered her weapon slowly. "Jake? What are you doing here? And why did you break my window!" She gagged. "And why do you… stink so much, gooood"

"Long story short… My apartment is a biohazard at the moment… Jumped out of the window, landed in a dumpster and now I'm here, hoping you'd might let a poor soul shower" He looked at her with puppy dog eyes. "And I'm gonna pay for that window. I promise. Oh and before I forget" he held up a brown paper bag. "I got you something to eat"

She angrily ripped the bag from his hands and looked inside. Her face softened when she saw the content. Pierogies. He remembered?

Amy sighed. He looked so pitiful. He needed help and the window breaking wasn't on purpose. Hmm.. Maybe she'd catch a tiny glimpse of him under the shower. Just a bit of his stomach or even lower if she was lucky... She blushed and shook her head. Where did that image came from?

"Okay, but don't touch anything until you're clean" she warned him.

Disgusted she put Jakes clothes into the washing machine and started it immediately. She didn't ask further what exactly happened, not being sure if she even wanted to know.

He needed some fresh clothes, so she picked up some shorts one of her brothers left at her place when he'd crashed at her couch some days ago and the big NYPD shirt she loved to sleep in. It was summer, so that should do it until his clothes were clean. Without thinking she went in to the bathroom. "Hey Jake I've got you some… some…" she stuttered when she looked up. Of course he wasn't dressed. All of his clothes were in the washing machine, so he stood next to the sink only clad in a towel.

Amy felt how her cheeks were growing red. He was still wet. Tiny droplets were making their way down his chest, over his surprisingly lean but taunt stomach just to vanish in the V shape of his hips. She was mesmerized by the dark curls just below his navel. She wondered what he'd look like under that towel. Absent Minded she licked her lips.

"Like what you see?" Jake chuckled. Amy was ripped from her thoughts and returned to reality. Oh my god. How long had she been watching him? She mumbled some incoherent words and rushed right back to the door. Unfortunately she rammed the wooden thing on her head. She lost balance and fell with a loud thud on the floor.

"Amy, you okay?" Jake rushed to her side holding her head in his hands. She was drowning in his eyes, sinking deeper and deeper.

Without thinking she closed the gap between them, pressing her lips onto his. A sigh escaped her mouth when he deepened the kiss. She flung her hands around his neck, pulling him closer. He was so soft and warm and wonderful. The heat between her thighs was getting unbearable. Jakes hands were everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Every touch made her skin tingle just in the right places. It didn't take long for her shirt to be ripped from her upper body.

Jake stopped his motions and just looked at her. A longing smile on his lips. "My god. You're beautiful" he breathed and started kissing her pulsepoint. She was squirming under his touch. She felt his desire pressing against her thigh. "I've wanted to fuck you since my first day at the 99" his voice was low and husky. Her core was burning from anticipation. She wanted nothing more than to feel him. "Jake" she moaned.

"Amy"

"Jake…"

"Amy, come on wake up please!"

She wasn't on the bathroom floor any longer but on her couch. With Jake hovering above her "What…"

"You slipped in the bathroom and hit your head. How are you?"

She slipped? But… But the kiss? His touch? Why did she feel so disappointed?

"I'm fine… just a little headache" She blinked.

"I'm getting you to the hospital"

"Don't want to…" She groaned and pulled Jake down to her. "Five more minutes" she mumbled and cuddled up to him. That's when she realized that he was only wearing boxers. She jumped up in panic. "God sorry…." she blushed. Her eyes lingered longer than necessary on him, examining the curly hair on his chest. She bit her lip. The dream coming back vividly in front of her eyes.

"Ames? You worry me. I'll get dressed and then we'll go to the ER, ok?"

"Nope… Definitely not going there. I just hit my head a bit. I'll sleep it off."

"Do you want me to carry you there? I can, believe me. How do you think you ended up on the couch?"

Amy blushed again at the thought that a half naked Jake had her in his arms. She shook her head again. This crush was getting ridiculous.

"Please Jake, I'm fine. Really, just I hate hospitals."

"okay… fine" he huffed. "But I will stay with you, just in case. I don't leave you alone like this." He pointed at her lying on the couch.

"But…"

"No but. Not gonna change my mind. Nuh, no, njet. I wouldn't forgive myself if anything happened to you." He looked at her sternly.

"Okay fine. Feel at home" As much as she hated to admit. She looked forward to it.

An awkward silence followed. "So…" Jake scratched his head. His cheeks turning a little red. "Maybe I should get dressed" he coughed and turned around. The change of perspective gave Amy a good view of his behind. "Nice ass…" she breathed, her heart beating faster.

"Thanks Santiago" Jake smirked.

Amy's eyes widened in shock. "Shit, you heard that?"

"Hell yeah and now I can imagine why you moooooaned my name in your sleep" He laughed

"I did… what?"

That did not go as planned. Not even slightly.